Insert cursing here
I have been pissed. And I'm jilted.
I came home this summer to make mad money. From my understanding, I would have between 30 and 40 hours a week after we lost the Holeigh dead weight. I apparently misunderstood.
I'm not making enough money to pay my bills, and the search for a second job has been nothing but a jerk-and-pull chain. My mom or I would contact someone, they would tell me to go fill out an application, and then I would be immediately told that there was nothing open. BUT they would always complement my resume.
So, after this happened for the fourth time today, I have reached a point of no return. I called Belmont, and I am a few online forms away from moving back. I'm going to discuss it with my mom this evening (cause she'll start the guilt trip), but my mind is made.
OK, nevermind. Belmont is only offering on of the classes I need. FUCK!
Oh, well. I dyed my hair. Again. The pic is a little blurry, but whatever. The sign should say: "Check out my hair." Maybe if you're drunk you can read it.
I came home this summer to make mad money. From my understanding, I would have between 30 and 40 hours a week after we lost the Holeigh dead weight. I apparently misunderstood.
I'm not making enough money to pay my bills, and the search for a second job has been nothing but a jerk-and-pull chain. My mom or I would contact someone, they would tell me to go fill out an application, and then I would be immediately told that there was nothing open. BUT they would always complement my resume.
So, after this happened for the fourth time today, I have reached a point of no return. I called Belmont, and I am a few online forms away from moving back. I'm going to discuss it with my mom this evening (cause she'll start the guilt trip), but my mind is made.
OK, nevermind. Belmont is only offering on of the classes I need. FUCK!
Oh, well. I dyed my hair. Again. The pic is a little blurry, but whatever. The sign should say: "Check out my hair." Maybe if you're drunk you can read it.